Reflection....

Reflection

I see her there... Stumbling through her dance
twisting and turning as fast as she can to life's rhythm
often falling, slipping.. always somehow, picking herself back up
never really able to keep up... never knowing if she can

I see her at work, fingers typing frantically
always smiling, always kind...
hiding the exhaustion that haunts her
wistfully wishing she could find her place
work and effort are invisible all
as she quielty gets through her day to day

She's the one that climbs into her car
sighing for a moment as she wipes away a tear
wondering if this will always be all there is
wondering if she even matters

And she's the one I see when I go home
caring children reminding her how loved she really is
Sighing as she notices the thin furnishings
Making a mental promise that she will try harder...
her kids... deserve more...

And she's the one I see readying for the shower
Looking at her mirror - gently touching her face
Wondering where all of the years went
Trying to remember the last time she was kissed

I see this woman, battling through her every hour
Head held proud, a defiant look in her eye
Never going to give up, even till her last breath...

And I see the unguarded moments...
The painful looks, the threatening tears
I know the yearning she has to be loved
...I am witness to her every pain

for I am her reflection...

D. Jones